Laini Taylor Quotes

I believe that life is chaotic, a jumble of accidents, ambitions, misconceptions, bold intentions, lazy happenstances, and unintended consequences, yet I also believe that there are connections that illuminate our world, revealing its endless mystery and wonder.

Everything is contingent, and there is also chaos.

It's just such a great miracle when things do work, and they work for such a wild variety of crazy reasons.

It is such a complex matter we live within, it is impossible to track logic and decision making really, so therefore each choice can actually only be seen as coincidence.

A very small cause which escapes our notice determines a considerable effect that we cannot fail to see, and then we say that the effect is due to chance.

The greatest events occur without intention playing any part in them; chance makes good mistakes and undoes the most carefully planned undertaking. The world's greatest events are not produced, they happen.

It is really strange how life works, isn't it?

But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.

The road to success is a zigzag, first pointing this way and then that. If we start with high intention, then magic and coincidence will guide us there despite our lack of knowledge about what lies ahead.

We spend our lives guessing at what's going on inside everybody else, and when we happen to get lucky and guess right, we think we 'understand.' Such nonsense. Even a monkey at a computer will type a word now and then.

Miracles are propitious accidents, the natural causes of which are too complicated to be readily understood.

An ingenious web of probabilities is the surest screen a wise man can place between himself and the truth.

He never believed in fate or providence, or the future being made by someone in the sky. Instead, at every instant, a trillion trillion possible futures; the pickiness of pure chance and physical laws seemed like freedom from the scheming of a gloomy god.

Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.

There are some things that defy explanation- kind of like. . . you know, you.

Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her?

Any universe that could have preceded consciousness only existed in a probability state.

We are the accidental result of an unplanned process ... the fragile result of an enormous concatenation of improbabilities, not the predictable product of any definite process.

In the era of big brains, life stories could end up any which way. Look at mine.

I must accommodate my history to the hour: I may presently change, not only by fortune, but also by intention.

We never know enough about the infinitely complex circumstances of any past event to prophesy the future by analogy.

The world is incomprehensible. We won't ever understand it; we won't ever unravel its secrets. Thus we must treat the world as it is: a sheer mystery.

Everything's serendipitous and there's no way of knowing who's going to get sick or who's going to get hit by a bus or who's going to fall in love and who's going to get pregnant. All the things that happen, it's up for grabs so it's kind of an exercise in surrender in a way.

Occasionally the impossible happens; this is a truism that accounts for much of what we call good luck; and also, bad.